To You, Poet

slowly the dusk wilts,
trembling like silk flowers on her lips
as the light wraps round itself,
in a million knots, some exotic dream –
re-reading old letters.

her dark hair shadows the October moon
as she sleeps,
fused to memories of days
ripe purple upon the heath, of being one –
eyes dewed with love.

there from the frozen sky,
he smiles still, reciting lines that
since long burnt in his perfect heart,
transcending death and re-birth –
to woo her sweet Soul.

©Mohana Das

(I meant this as a little dedication to one of my favorite poets. Written as an afterthought to the movie “Bright Star”)

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18 thoughts on “To You, Poet

  1. I adore this: “her dark hair shadows the October moon”

    It is all so gorgeous and romantic, particularly toward the end:
    “there from the frozen sky,
    he smiles still, reciting lines that
    since long burnt in his perfect heart”

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